The Year

It seemed the coldest year.
Everything I cared about most left as it never cared.
Stupid but deserved.
The things I've run after in my life only bring loneliness.
Surely I can have it by myself, but  something good I do wanna share to whom I love.
What is love? Doing everything as possible as I can make efforts on? I don't know what it is now.
One said I can't love anybody at all. It should not be a curse. It's a truth.